|Description||One Golden Grasp at Glory
The Enforcer's reputation for irrepressibly dishing out destruction was cemented from the moment he introduced himself to BG East fans by brutally bashing Brad Rochelle into oblivion. His style is terrifyingly methodical. Like the superhuman villain of a horror film, he may take some shots along the way, but he is seemingly unstoppable as he inevitably, systematically breaks his opponents apart piece by piece until they are quivering helplessly in his crushing embrace. His infamy has grown, match by match, attracting the attention of not only an army of Enforcer-fans, but piquing the curiosity of some of the biggest names in the business. His most recent two opponents turned out to be BG East legends who decided to don masks to make their bids to be the first to come out on top against the masked menace. Conquering Enforcer's beefy body would be prize enough, but the real reward they're gunning for is untying those laces and exposing the man behind the mask for all the world to see. But Blueboy and Marauder can testify to the dangers of underestimating the power, relentlessness, and terrifying brutality of the mysterious muscleman in the lightning bolt mask.
But with each devastating victory, the prize of being the one to best the Enforcer becomes more tempting to many of the supremely confident BG East hunks. Whoever is the first to unlace that black and gold mask and expose the mere mortal underneath will surely, instantly earn his seat in the pantheon of BG East legends. To grab glory with both hands by delivering the most humiliating maneuver a masked wrestler can suffer is a challenge that intoxicates and entices countless young warriors to want to face down the terror that Enforcer inspires. Maskador is no exception. Tanned and toned to perfection, he has the physique of a fitness star and the confidence of a ring veteran. He towers over his infamous opponent, flexing his bulging biceps tauntingly in Enforcer's face. Enforcer wears sheer trunks, demonstrating that although we've never seen his face, he's not shy about showing off the rest of his hot body.
Both of these beautiful men instantly zero in on each other's most enticing attribute: their pecs. A pec-punching contest starts the confrontation off, proving that both of these hard hunks can both dish out and take power-packed punishment. Maskador's smooth, tanned chest quickly grows beet red from Enforcer's fists and forearms, but the golden challenger also knocks the notorious brute back on his heels with stunning power of his own. Simultaneous pec claws take both wrestlers deeper into the depths of endurance sport as they dig viciously into each other's mountainous pecs. Gut punching is the next test of core strength, and when Maskador suddenly snaps on an ironclad neck wrenching hold, the infamously, eerily silent Enforcer grunts loudly in pain!
Masks Slip, Egos Bruise, Lusts Swell
There are a few constants when it comes to the formula the Enforcer uses to dominate his opponents. For example, a boston crab at the hands of the Enforcer typically signals lights out for an opponent. However, powerful Maskador shocks the big man by muscling his way out of the devasting hold. This isn't some awestruck opponent quivering in fear of the infamous brutality of Enforcer. Hold for hold, Maskador meets and occasionally surpasses the silent menace in cinching on immobilizing holds and delivering devastating pain.
But every time Maskador elevates his game, Enforcer digs deeper into his store of vicious and demoralizing maneuvers. He chokes Maskador relentlessly in the ropes and with his bare hands. He pounds his opponent's sculpted, tanned torso until Maskador's perfect complexion is mottled with bright red bruises. The most reliable tools in Enforcer's arsenal are his tree trunk thighs, which he clearly delights in wrapping around Maskador's masked face and crushing his skull. He transitions the long, lingering head scissors into a figure-4 chokehold, making the masked muscle stud whimper out his submission.
This is clearly not Maskador's first rodeo, however. When Enforcer finally tears his eyes away from his own flexing physique staring back at him in the mirror, Maskador snaps shut the steel trap of his golden lycra-clad thighs around Enforcer's head in a intensely intimate crotch-to-face head scissors. The beast in black struggles for air as his golden opponent flexes his legs like a vice around his skull. Maskador looks utterly transported by the ecstasy of hearing his opponent's helpless groans muffled between his thighs.
Suddenly, Maskador takes advantage of his opponent's predicament by beginning to unlace Enforcer's iconic mask. The stakes jump a thousand fold as the identity of the infamous masked villain appears in jeopardy. Fists fly. The ropes are used to restrain one hard hunk for a solid 5 minutes of a wild grab bag of humiliating torture. Neither muscleman is beaten enough to be able to be unmasked just yet, so the mutual battering continues back and forth. Without a doubt, the stakes are clearly the unmasking and exposing of one of these two dangerous musclemen.
Momentum teeters on a razors edge to the very end of this match, and both hard hunks are clearly turned on as the wrestling grows fiercer. The looser the masks sit on their heads, the more desperate they fight to hold onto their dignity, until one of them finally hangs upside down in the corner, bashed and battered beyond any last ability to defend himself. In a move straight out of a superhero flick, his opponent pries the upside down hunk's mask halfway off and tenderly kisses the fallen stud before ripping his mask off entirely, and strolling from the ring with the hard fought trophy -- and hold on glory -- firmly in hand.
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